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First Week

I had already experienced the first week in INTEC, Kolej Cendana and my new class, Denver~

Let's start with Cendana first!

I still staying in my old room, 1308, and the same bed, with the same housemate!How lucky I was because I really wanted to make up for my 'sins' in last semLast sem, I barely stayed in CendanaYeah, with your house just 10 minutes walking distance from your hostel, isn't it tempting to go back to your house everyday?But it seems I had abandoned my housemates really badly, for this sem, I want to stay in Cendana longerOne of my New Year's Resolution :)

Next, my class!

hmmIt had been just three days in my class, but I had experienced a lil' bit of all subjects' classesFor the first class, it always the introduction first"My name is Muhammad Zafree, you can call me Zafree, I'm from Shah Alam, etc..."That's normal, and lame~but it's not a big dealBut in one of the classes, we need to give a statement, and others need to guess whether it is true or falseFor example, my friend said he likes to watch cooking show, so we guessed it's wrong, but it turns out to be trueme?I give this statement : "I was once a softies" (or Bapuk, I don't know the exact terms in English)Guess it yourselfAnother friend of mine give this statement : "I'm gay"of course everybody will say "True!!!"hahadon't worry, he is not

I also had fun with all the lecturersevery lecturer gave a very good first impressionThey can tolerate even the nastiest joke from us

My classmates?We didn't have the opportunity to get to know each other intimately (not gaily) yet,but there will always be a chanceat least I had fun in my class :)unlike last sem, all of my classmates now is Malaybecause all students taking actuarial science are MARA sponsored10 boys vs 11 girls~

I'm positive that I will have a great semester this timeJust don't spoil things~

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